and preserved blood filled

hadows across the metal workbenches. Dorian stood over a bubbling beak

n old family, leaned against the doorframe

"The Crimson Court must have tortured her. Nobody jus

He set his glass droppe

pureblood core is too dense. It isolates her. She's faking this pathetic

a soft double-knock echoed

scent of her floral perfume immediately

ater. She smiled warmly, he

[Target: Dorian. Genius Alchemist. High-

on is amazing, Senior Dorian," she said, her voice laced

pped uncomfortably close to him, leaning over the table t

ft in the air magic. The perf

etely dodging her physical proximity. He pushed h

it required an innate, terrifying understanding of bl

s were flat and completel

em," Dorian said flatly. "You sho

Her sweet smi

ce tight. "But... she's been so unwell lately

arp bark of laught

is is the ultimate test. Take it to Genevieve. Let's

A spark of genuine exc

am very curious to see how a pureblood handles

in her head, demanding she complete the intera

s turning white. She spun around and marched out of the

her go. He wri

is exhausting,"

back up, but his mind was already miles away

dark, gothic dorm room, Gene

. She held a trashy romance novel above her face, k

sharp tickle

violently. The ham

is definitely plotting against me," she muttered. She